Union of the Serpent

Ascension of Malice

Lelwani

An Griffon-riding Elven barbarian with such an extreme environmentalist agenda it would put an evil Captain Planet to shame.

Description:

This lithe, tall, and powerful yet slender elf possesses a deadly grace in the dance of her hammer and the strength of her swing. A mass of tangled curls as dark as moist earth frames a face etched with rage; hate shining in her eyes as green as poison. Olive skin marked with bright streaks of paint and ink reveals the scars of a life lived among the loneliness of the trees. Clad in home-fashioned leather skins and furs, Lelwani values nothing over the protection of Nature’s order. The exploitation of the land is the ultimate sin, because it gave life to the very ones who destroy it. She, however, is not above causing the destruction of the world and destroying all sentient life, as long as the natural flora and fauna are restored and everything returns to its proper balance. Though most elves would have a more subdued personality from their long years, she is extremely young for an elf, only turning 100 recently, and her passions have brewed to anger unfettered by experience.

Though she has been getting along more and more with those in the Union of the Serpent, her one true friend is a young Griffon, an intelligent but non-speaking creature who serves as her steed in battle. She has found there is nothing like going on a hunt with the beast, feeling the power of the flap of his wings and the cold wind like a blade of ice on her skin, knowing she is truly alive. Lelwani named him Maethor, after the power of the wind in her own tongue.

Though unable to read or even lie, Lelwani is very intelligent, but her inexperience in the world of civilization and her desire to believe those in her party truly want to help her have made her easily persuadable to things she wouldn’t normally agree to do. She doesn’t desire power or riches, or truly even revenge on those who wronged her, as she knows they may already be dead because of the limitations of human lifespans. Her only desire is to bring nature to its proper balance once more, to show others to live in harmony with the land. If this is unattainable, she will destroy them all until the trees reclaim their great cities and their very names are forgotten in weeds and ruin while the world turns onward. She is truly, and will ever be, wild.

Bio:

Because I’m a little cheesy, here’s her backstory in poem form. The only thing you need to know is Nith means “youth” in Elvish, and until recently when Jackel named her Lelwani on her 100th birthday, she went by Nith, as was her tribe’s tradition.

Nith, the young one, sad survivor
Guards the trees and meadows wide
From woodman’s axe and vandal’s fire
From her fury none could hide.

But righteous cause could not conceal
The anger fest’ring in her heart.
Old wounds, hardened, would reveal
A sorrow-twisted, ashen dark.